These next drabbles are probably going to be the last. I'll always love Scrubs, but I haven't been into it as much lately, but I found these on my computer and thought I'd post them for ya before calling this drabble collection complete.

This first one is sorta a predecessor to My (co-written) fic, "Our Reverse Domino Effect."

Nigel is the Janitor's son.


The Money Song

5:06

Avenue Q

"Nigel….what are you doing?"

The brunette looked up, recognizing the skeptical voice of his friend. "I'm building a time machine." He said simply, half-shrugging, "what's it to you?"

Sam Dorian raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You say that like it's an everyday occurrence." He speculated.

Pulling up his goggles, Nigel smiled, "well, I have been workin' on this baby for the best part of two years."

"Two years?" Sam echoed, slightly taken aback. "You're serious?"

A nod. "'course I am." He replied. There was a strange look behind his eyes, as if he knew something Sam didn't. Though what, Sam was unsure. He was about to ask, but it was then Nigel spoke.

"You know, time machines aren't just used to see the future." He said, as if talking to no one. "Sometimes…." And here, a wry smile crawled across his face, "they can be used to change the past."